Happy Birthday, Spectty! =)

I wish you everything good, more friends, joy, happiness, money and everything else!

You had a pretty funny ask-blog, and I hope that one day you’ll get back to it! (ask-that-brown-pony.tumblr.com/ – for those who is interested).

Good luck, dude!

P.S. – I simply loved your hot-ass OC!

The same poster but without smoke and a scorch mark on Spectty’s rump can be found here: sta.sh/01cm7mypod0a

Spectty: (approaches Lyra and Bon Bon) Hello, gals! Who wants a waffle? Get it for free from my rump!

Lyra: Ehm… No, thanks.

Bon Bon: What?! NO! Deffinetly not me!

Spectty: Oh… (instantly becoming sad) Why does no pony what to eat it? What’s wrong with this waffle? It seems like I’ll never get rid of it ’cause of this stupid anon magic!

Trixie: Hi, Spectrum, how are you?

Spectty: Oh, hi, Trixie! Do you want a waffle?

Trixie: Yes. But not the one that’s on your butt.

Spectty: Oh, how come!

Trixie: Let me guess… Did you offer those two mares to do the same?

Spectty: And how did you know?

Trixie: Because it’s something you’ve been asking anypony in the town to do since last thursday.

Spectty: I just want this waffle to get off my ass! It’s becoming pretty annoying! (suddenly grins) Though, I look sexier with it, don’t you think?

Trixie: Yeah, whatever. May I ask you a question, why is there a burn mark on your left buttock?

Spectty: Oh, that… Well, I noticed that the waffle wasn’t toasty enough back then so I kinda wanted to roast it a bit with a lightning bolt. I flew to a stormcloud, hit it with my back hooves, puffed out my butt and…

Trixie: …And?

Spectty: Well, the lightning kinda struck me in the wrong buttock. He-he!

Trixie: Hurts? Because it looks like it does: it’s still smoking.

Spectty: It did actually! What about now, I don’t think that after that much time… (tries touching his plot with left wing) Yeouch! Okay, it still hurts! Ouch! Not that I din’t like it, though, he-he! Just… gonna have some problems with sitting, ya know.

Trixie: Dat unlucky stallion you are, huh? Having a plane crashed in your house in Mainhattan and such. But you know, you did it wrong.

Spectty: What do you mean?

Trixie: Talking with mares. You should’ve said something like: ’G’day, ladies! I may offer you a choice of choosing between a tasty waffle and a scorched but delicious bun! Which one would you prefer?’ and show them your butt.

Spectty: That’s… That’s actually a very good idea, Trixie! Gonna try it on that mare! (Trixie looks rather shocked while seeing famailiar brown pony running away)

Trixie: Spectrum, wait! It was a joke! You can’t honestly believe that… (looks at Spectty showing his rear to Twilight Sparkle) …it works. Probably you can. (facepalms) What a clown!